Thanksgiving Poems


    A Thanksgiving Poem.

    The tear another's tears bring forth,
    The sigh which answers sigh,
    The pulse that beats at other's woes,
    E'en though our own be nigh,

    A balm to bathe the wounded heart
    Where sorrow's hand hath lain,
    The link divine from soul to soul
    That makes us one in pain,

    Sweet sympathy, benignant ray,
    Light of the soul doth shine;
    In it is human nature givin
    A touch of the divine.
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    A THANKSGIVING FABLE
    by Oliver Herford

    It was a hungry pussy cat,
    upon Thanksgiving morn,
    And she watched a thankful little mouse,
    that ate an ear of corn.
    "If I ate that thankful little mouse,
    how thankful he should be,
    When he had made a meal himself,
    to make a meal for me!
    Then with his Thanks for having fed,
    and thanks for feeding me.
    With all his thankfulness inside,
    how thankful I shall be!"
    Thus mused the hungry pussy cat,
    upon Thanksgiving Day.
    But the little mouse had overheard
    and declined (with thanks) to stay.

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    The Little Pilgrim
    Cranberries dripping down my chin
    Have stained my pilgrim suit.
    I ate too much Thanksgiving day
    But I don't give a hoot.

    I slurped a pile of dressing,
    Gobbled down a turkey thigh,
    Dribbled messy cranberries
    Devoured some pumpkin pie.

    Within me on this special day
    It's a thankful heart that beats.
    For all the things that I enjoy
    But mainly for the eats.
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    Thankful
    Week before Thanksgiving,
    I limp around real strange.
    Huddle in the corner,
    As though I have the mange.
    All the other turkeys,
    Just gobble, gobble on.
    I'm silent, and I act
    As if my gobbler's gone. Everyone is thankful
    On Thanksgiving Day.
    Friday it's forgotten.
    You all go on your way.
    I know what thankful is
    So listen when I say.
    "It's great to be a turkey,
    After Thanksgiving Day."
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    Be thankful
    Be thankful for home
    Be thankful for food
    Be thankful for birds that fly

    Be thankful for sleep
    Be thankful for flowers
    Be thankful for clouds in the sky.

    Be thankful for friends
    Be thankful for rain
    And the rainbows that follow close by.
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    It's That Time, Again
    The days are getting shorter now.
    I feel a snow flake on my brow.
    The leaves are crackling as I run,
    The squirrels' searching almost done.
    The turkey's restless in the pen,
    Oh! No! I see my breath again!
    It makes a person take a pause
    And think about old Santa Claus!!!
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    Thanksgiving Time
    When all the leaves are off the boughs,
    And nuts and apples gathered in,
    And cornstalks waiting for the cows,
    And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
    Then Mother says, "My children dear,
    The fields are brown, and autumn flies;
    Thanksgiving Day is very near,
    And we must make thanksgiving pies!"
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    The year has turned its circle
    The year has turned its circle,
    The seasons come and go.
    The harvest all is gathered in
    And chilly north winds blow.

    Orchards have shared their treasures,
    The fields, their yellow grain,
    So open wide the doorway ---
    Thanksgiving comes again!
    Old Rhyme.

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    The First Thanksgiving
    When the Pilgrims
    first gathered together to share
    with their Indian friends
    in the mild autumn air,
    they lifted the voices
    in jubilant praise
    for the bread on the table,
    the berries and maize,
    for field and for forest,
    for turkey and deer,
    for the bountiful crops
    they were blessed with that year.
    They were thankful for these
    as they feasted away,
    and as they were thankful
    we're thankful today.
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    Giving Thanks
    For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
    For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
    For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
    For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home
    Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

    For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
    For the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand,
    For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
    For the friendship that hope and affection have brought
    Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

    For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
    For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
    For our country extending from sea unto sea;
    The land that is known as the "Land of the Free"
    Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
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    Thanksgiving Psalm
    Enter His gates with thanks-giv-ing;
    Come in His courts with praise.
    Be thank-ful unto Him,_______And bless__His__name____
    Because the Lord is good,
    Be-cause the Lord is good.
    Ver-ses four__and five,__Psalm One Hun-dred.

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    I'M THANKFUL I'M NOT!
    I'm thankful I'm not a turkey,
    When it talks it says
    nothing but "gobble."
    When it walks it does
    nothing but wobble.
    It lives on a farm with
    hundreds off friends.
    But on Thanksgiving a
    turkey's life ends.
    I'm thankful I'm not a turkey!

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    THE LOST TURKEY
    Turkey lay there on the table
    Turkey big and brown
    But when we went to cook him....
    He was nowhere to be found.
    We looked all through the kitchen
    And searched the pantry well.
    We asked Jim and John about it...
    and even Annabelle.
    And even little Mary
    and she said "Tourse I do.
    Poor turkey didn't feel so good
    Because he lost his head,
    So I put my jammies on him
    And tucked him in my bed!

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    Five Little Turkeys
    Five little turkeys standing by door,
    One waddled off, and then there were four.
    Four little turkeys under a tree,
    One waddled off, and then there were three.
    Three little turkeys with nothing to do,
    One waddled off, and then there were two.
    Two little turkeys in the noonday sun,
    One waddled off, and then there was one.
    One little turkey better run away,
    For soon will come Thanksgiving Day.

     

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    Mr. Turkey
    I heard Mr. Turkey say,
    Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
    Soon t'will be Thanksgiving day,
    Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
    People say that it's much fun,
    But I think I'll run and run
    And hide until the day is done,
    Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.

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    Five Fat Turkeys
    Five fat turkeys are we.
    We spent all night in a tree.
    When the cook came around,
    We were nowhere to be found
    And that's why we're here you see!

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    Turkey Trouble
    (To the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb")
    We cooked turkey, nice and hot,
    Nice and hot, nice and hot.
    We cooked turkey nice and hot
    On Thanksgiving Day.
    We eat turkey a whole lot,
    A whole lot, a whole lot.
    We eat turkey a whole lot.
    It will not go away!
    Sandwiches and soup are fine.
    By the way, would you like mine?
    Potpie lasts a long, long time,
    It's turkey every day!

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    Thanksgiving Poems for Adults

    He who thanks
    He who thanks but with the lips
    Thanks but in part;
    The full, the true Thanksgiving
    Comes from the heart.
    --J. A. Shedd

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    Ah! on Thanksgiving day ...
    When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
    And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
    What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
    What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?

    --John Greenleaf Whittier

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    Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
    Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
    That soils my land,
    And giv'st me for my bushel sown
    Twice ten for one.
    All this, and better, Thou dost send
    Me, to this end,
    That I should render, for my part,
    A thankful heart.
    --Robert Herrick

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    Thou hast given so much to me
    Thou hast given so much to me,
    Give one thing more, a grateful heart;
    Not thankful when it pleaseth me,
    As if Thy blessings had spare days,
    But such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
    --George Herbert

     

    Last Updated: 1st September, 2017